"I'll keep a bright look out for that." And, drawing his cap far down over his eyes, to screen his face as much as possible, he sallied out into the street.
He had not been absent more than a quarter of an hour, when he returned limping into the house.

"Have they attacked you--are you hurt ?" asked the anxious group by which he was surrounded.
"I'm hurt-, but not by them.

I got on very well, and gleaned a great deal of information, when I heard a sudden exclamation, and, on looking round, I found myself recognized by a white man of my acquaintance.

I ran immediately; and whether I was pursued or not, I'm unable to say.

I had almost reached here, when my foot caught in a grating and gave my ancle such a wrench that I'm unable to stand." As he spoke, his face grew pale from the suffering the limb was occasioning.